3/12/24
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,